Love is in the air, you rock, hug me on Valentine’s Day

Love the attention given to romance, flowers, candy, everything about it makes us feel happy; and I love the color red, one of the most delightful colors out there!

Dorothy’s shoes were red, and they got her home, sunrises and sunsets sometimes glow with red, and trees turn brilliant red each autumn, which cause us to feel lucky to be alive.

I could go on, but you get the idea.

Yep, I sure do love Valentine’s Day, and I intend to promote it and milk it for all its worth. Seriously, every year I hint to my husband my wish for gifts of chocolate and perfume, candy and cards from my children, and I mail cards to my best friends.

I believe I’m actually helping the economy by suggesting my true love spend money, including dinner out, plus I purchase cards, postage stamps, and buy gifts for my husband, children and friends to celebrate the day of love.

But, not everyone feels the same. Sorry, but it’s true. There is a bunch of old fuddy-duddies that have formally stepped up and said they don’t care for Valentine’s Day, don’t like that it’s celebrated in our schools, and they intend to squash it. What a delusion, trying to convince themselves, and us, we don’t need a special day to celebrate love!

Valentine celebrations have been popular as far back as the Middle Ages, becoming more so over the years, but it didn’t begin happy or with romance and giving. It was once absolute mayhem.

Saints named Valentine or Valentinus were executed around Feb. 14 by crazed kings who simply didn’t like what the saints were doing. One Saint Valentine sent a greeting of love for a young girl who visited him in jail before his death and signed it, “From your Valentine.”

So, over the years people became entranced with this romantic notion and began sharing thoughts of love by writing notes, holding celebrations, and writing poetry and songs.

Anyhow, today, Valentine’s Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, The United Kingdom, France, Australia and the USA. Here alone, we mail out over a billion Valentine cards each year! That’s a lot of stamps; how can the post office be broke?

Maybe we should all send that grumpy, unloving group bags of candy hearts so they can read that “love is here to stay, love is in the air, be mine, hug me, you rock, I love you,” and as Snoopy and Charlie Brown ask, be my sweet Babboo.